All too often humans disregardthe strangeness in each other,toss it on the highway likea tasteless piece of gum,useless and burdensome. But don't you see?Humans, by nature,are amazingly strange.We constantly try to define normal,pin it to the wall with the fervorof a cat in heat, place ourselvesin a category that is safe,something everyone would approve of

Don't you see how ludicrous that is?Who defines normal and how can anyoneever decide the truth of that classification?Maybe this makes me the strangest of them all,but I'd rather live for pure happiness

I'd rather live knowing I've not compromised mefor anyone, that I didn't go against my heart,my beliefs, what I know to be my truth--I'd rather have people forsake me thanlive falsely because I am trying to liveup to what others expect me to be.